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|chapter seven: tape six|

Zayn, Zayn, Zayn.

It took about three seconds to have the remains of my drink on the counter and my body outside of the diner searching for Zayn.

"Hey! You gotta pay for that!"

A burly man guided me inside where I sat down again and apologised for the mess. Zayn? What in the world could Zayn have done?

I held my head in my hands as the man cleaned up my mess. I really wish I was more social and caught up with the gossip.

Now, you may be wondering what Zayn could have possibly done. Betrayal. The eight letter word that drove me to this bold decision.

So Zayn came, what, half way through the year? Yeah, I'll go with that. We instantly clicked. Or so I thought.

I was chosen to show him around the school; where the bathrooms were, where each class was, see that he found the cafeteria, etc. He began coming over daily and eventually we became close friends. Well, at least I became close friends with him.

I started to notice the way he constantly looked at the group of 'popular kids' that hung out by the bathroom. The subtle glances between him and some of the people in that group. Nonetheless, I trusted him anyway.

I told him all of my deepest darkest secrets, late at three in the morning and vice versa.

Why couldn't you have told me all of your secrets?

I don't know how long we'd been friends... Ok that's a lie, I do. We'd been friends for exactly three months, two weeks and six days. I know, I'm sad. I count the days of my friendship.

Anyway, in our long friendship I never expected you to betray me, Zayn. I walked into school on a Tuesday morning and waited for you at your locker like I normally did. But you didn't show up alone this time. You... You showed up with the entire football and cheerleading squad. At first I thought they were bullying you but the expression on your face was smug and cocky so naturally I got scared.

I found out that you had been faking being my friend. The football team had promised you a spot in their 'group' in exchange for my secrets. And guess what... They got it!

I should have known -I mean, your girlfriend is in that group of people for christ sake! I'm such an idiot.

So yeah, Zayn, basically you're in these tapes because I trusted you -and that was hard for me to do, trust me- and you just threw that all away! I basically said 'I love you' for fucks sake! Why did you throw away someone who actually cared for you and replace me with a bunch of dumb shit-heads that judge you on the size of your penis? And you know what? Even after what you did to me, I still didn't tell anyone your secrets. And I don't think I ever will. Even if they weren't true, I still have respect for someone's privacy. Now when I'm gone, I want you to think about what you did and not care about what anyone thinks of you, or about being cool because trust me... You don't want to end up like me. Never in a million years.

Tears blurred my vision so to stop myself from crying I concentrated on my numb butt. I reached for my phone and blindly dialled Zayn's number.

"Hey, what's up mate?"

"Fuck you, Zayn. Fuck you. Go find another friend to hang out with tomorrow because there is no way in hell I'm gonna be around you after what you did to Louis. You knew how I felt, Zayn. You knew and you didn't bother to tell me!"

"Oh my god, no Harr-"

I hung up.

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